Reigniting The Creative Spark: My Favourite Old Paintings

Painting has always been a refuge for me. When I’m in my little painter’s bubble – concentrating on nothing but the image that is coming through me – I am at peace. There is an untold joy that comes with having this outlet for intangible emotions and thoughts, or energies I can feel around me….

The Grandmother 🌺

A narrative reflection I wrote, on the Wise Old Woman within. 🙏 May she forever be honoured and held close to our hearts. The Grandmother ‘Why the long face?’ The children laughed As they crowded into the lonely man’s cave. He stared at them with baleful, bleary eyes That had long been deprived of the…

A Conversation With Amanda Masterson

It was a true honour to speak with Amanda Masterson for her Heart to Heart interview series. We delved into the subjects of art, creation, and intuitive flow. We discussed Thérèse of Lisieux, the gifts of simplicity, the glorious liberation of being “weird”, and what it means to be multipassionate, amongst other things. 🌹 A…

‘Jim’ – Spoken Word Art

Recently, I’ve begun to experiment with sharing my poetry in video format, combining the words with images and music to bring the stories to life. My first effort, ‘Jim,’ is below. ❤️

The Painting That Kick-Started My Intuitive Art Journey

Many artists fondly recall one particular painting, sculpture or visual project that set them on the path that they needed to follow, or gave them a sense of clarity and direction. For the last eleven months, I’ve been creating intuitively channelled paintings. The project that kick-started this journey for me – seven whole years before…

‘Perhaps You Didn’t See it’ (a Poem and a Painting)

This poem and painting were featured in Just My Cup of Tea magazine recently, and it is an honour to share them both here today. ☁️🦅 Perhaps you didn’t see it: How they flew above you And turned circles of hope – Their feathers traced out a pattern you once understood. Perhaps you didn’t hear it:…

‘Heart Sparks’ (a Poem and a Painting)

Show her the embers Of a fire you tended long ago When your hand enfolded hers And you reached out to catch a spark. How your eyes danced With the thrill of the game. Show her the tendrils Of finely combed hair That fell across your faces When you spun through whirling leaves And sang…